Standing
on a moment of
Indecision
A
thin chalk drawn
Line
Of
reality
Real
and not real
Over
which the heart ceases to beat
A pulse
of depth
A
pulse of life
Like
seeing
The
birds outside the
Prison
walls
Seeing
the open
Gate
and fighting the urge
To
Run
Out
into the light
Out
in to free
Out
in to the peace
The
subtle quiet
Instead
I turn from the door
And walk slowly down the hall
And walk slowly down the hall
I hope for you that the hallway leads to that place of light, of free, of quiet, of peace, of life. I wish this for you.
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